Clowning around

Externally, the circus looked as any other did, red and yellow tents congesting into one large Coliseum of tarps. Inside would be a different story you were sure. As you entered the tent, a scent of popcorn flooded out. It stank of sex and sweat too, but to this smell you were already adjusting. You wagered that if you took a blacklight to the place it would be lit up like a Jackson Pollack painting.

Despite this, you still ventured inward. It became increasingly apparent as you went in that most of the patrons were male, and after finding a seat in the elevated backrow, right beside the aisle, you saw for sure that you were probably the only female in the crowds.

In the crowds specifically, for the stage was alight with female clowns. They were naked of course, why wouldn't they be. Couriously however, they seemed to be reinacting a form of Macbeth. Loosely of course, as the stand in for Macduff, a clown with enornous tits and a comically fake mustache, took a prop chainsaw to what must've been Macbeth.

"And let the angel whom thou still hast serv'd. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb. Untimely ripp'd," the mustached clown announced as she struck the other with the saw. In retaliation, the Macbeth clown staggered backwards, tossing long rainbow ribbons around in lieu of blood.

The curtains drew down upon the stage after that. It seemed you had missed the show. Or so you thought. No one else seemed to be rising from their seats. Perhaps there was more?

It only took a few moments before the curtains rose again. There were seven female clowns on the stage, each as curvacious as the next. It made sense why all the men came here, even you found their scandelous bodies arousing. They were accompanied by a single male clown. In his hands he held something: the biggest dildo you had ever seen. It was as big as the clown's arm, and he was a large, fat man.

He brought the dildo to the centre of the stage and stuck it upright using the suction cup at the bottom.

Your obsession with the stage was disrupted by a familiar sound. You'd been hearing it a lot since you came to this island. You looked to the man beside you and saw his pants were down, his hand furiously wanking himself off.

Fuck this I'm out, you think to yourself and turn around in your seat, ready to up and leave. You saw the exit, but you also saw three of the security guards standing in the way, blocking your exit. They turned to look at you immediately, and to avoid suspicion you had **** but to turn back around. You would have to wait until the show was over.

Speaking of, it seemed well underway. The conceit of the performance involved each of the clowns taking turns trying to sit on the enormous dildo. The first three had already failed, and as punishment the male clown began to whip them. She didn't feel bad for them. Their orgasmic moans with every lashing made their stance on the sadomasochistic scale well known.

You'd already forgotten about the wanking man beside you. Despite yourself, you were actually enjoying the show. Your attention was split between the moaning pain whores and the current challenger to the dildo throne.

One by one they failed, then each became whip whores. It got you thinking, wondering if it could fit inside you.

"You should try it," the man beside you said. Repulsed, you turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of your mind. You were surprised when you saw both his arms interlocked behind his head, because you still heard that fapping sound.

Without thinking, you took a look down between his legs and gasped. He wasn't wanking himself off... you were.

Why? Why were you pleasuring him? Furthermore, after realising you were... why weren't you stopping?

"I'll return the favour fox lady," the man you were jerking off said, before unlinking his hands and reaching one between your legs.